The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-09-09
hands and knees. made his way to the


around you--good Lord man; don't
you wriggle, Of you're a gone one In
spite of mel"
But in the same breath with the
warning there ives convulsive effort
on the part of the suspended man, the
parting caves trough slipped from his
rigid fingers, he was topping back
ward, falling into space; the earth, the
sky, the face of the man above him all
blending in one chaotic picture before
his despairing sight, yet he did not
fall; the arm of John Harmon, who
had slipped like flash over the edge,
was about him holding him up, while
he adjured;
"Get hold, get a hold, for Cod 5
sake! If you vally your life and mine
keep your wits about you, Steve Brady.
Now, then, climb up the rope. It'll
bear the strain, think, and you can
get on the roof from my shoulders.
Steady; So"
There was moment of suspense,
The strands of the straining rope were
cutting on the edge of the states, but
the wire which John had piled to it
higher up divided the weight and en-
abled first the one, then the other to
climb to the roof They stood there
painting with exertion, looking into
each others eyes. Then
Il owe my life to YOU said Brady.
''but wish I didn't. l wish I'd
dropped down into the street afore
owed it to YOU
The cause of the enmity between
tnemP The usual cause-only girl.
Not even pretty girl as the world saw
her, but the one on whom each of these
men had set his heart There was
something of the coquette in her, or
else she had not yet learned her own
mind, for she had given encourage
ment to each, or he thought so, which
amounted to the same.
The bitterness of feeling that, ont of
common gratitude, he ought to stand
out of his rivals way, was working in
Steve Brady, but, with the words on
his lips, he began to WAIVER and sank
down unconscious.
When he came to himself he was in
a strange place, but it was still John
Harmon who was with him and who
had this to say:
snow, look here, Steve Brady, don't
you go to fussin' or worritin'! You've
been took with spell, and busted a
blood vessel innardly, through strainin,
but you don't want doctorin' 80 much
as quiet an peace of mind. That $
why / brung you here. This is my
room and it's in my mothers house,
and want to say to you that I'll be
square an even with you. I won't
take a step toward seem Dolly till
you're on your feet again I won't
try to get ahead with her through your
misfortin', and | don't want you to
feel beholden to me for anything.
You'd a done as well by me if I'd been
in your fix
The evil spirit in Steve was quelled
by this generous treatment.
you're better man that I am, John
Harmon" he cried out. you're more
deservin' of her, too
Il don't know" answered John.
"Pm slow an you're quick, that's
about the difference. 1t just depends
on which she takes to most, that's all
there is of it, -
Another spirit moved the injured
man before he was conceded by John
Harmon to be fairly on his feet again.
The latter came home late from his
work one evening.
"How's Brady" he asked of his
mother as he sat down to the supper
which she had kept for him. Wants
to get out, ehP He'll be there soon
now, but [ reckon I'll have to give
him the slip tonight. She'd be disap-
pointed if l didn't come round"
Eyes" from the mother eBut
seems to me bananys nd give you bet
ter worth for your money than them
there roses, John.
"She wouldn9 think so, mother"
Then a door went shut, and Brady,
who was half way down the stairs
when these words arrested him, turned
and went up again with his blood on
fire. So, this was the kind of faith
with himl This was the man who was
more worthy of Dolly than he was.
He could hear John splashing the
water at the kitchen sink as he made
ready to go out, but Harmon had no
idea that dark figure on the other
side of the way, when he finally reached
the street, was that of his rival. He
did not notice how it crept after him,
keeping him in sight; and if there had
been any doubt at all in Brady's mind
it was soon ended, for they were TAX
ing the direct route to Dolly's home.
1t was a lonely way; down side streets
and alleys, and presently Steve saw q
second dark form on Harmon's side of
the way now, creeping stealthily after
him. He remembered then that this
had been pay day and that John most
probably had his weeks wages in his
pocket; but his first impulse to cry out
and warn the other died down.
Why should he interfere? What bus
mess was it of his if John should be as
saulted and robbedP Was not the lat
ter stealing march on him, carrying
roses to Dolly and ingratiating him
self when he had promised to keep
away. He had momentary glimpse
of an uplifted arm carrying something
which looked like short club He
knew instantly what it was. He re-
membered an item which he had read
the week before of an unknown man
who had been sandbagged on the street
and killed outright by a single blow.
He had not set this outlaw upon the
track of John Harmon; he had nothing
to do but to hold his peace and it might
| he his rival would he removed from his